White Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
Poems about narcotic (13 Poems)
The Bonifratrian Hospital (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
having chosen exile, madness, obliviontheir striped clothes fadedfaces palethey sleep so heavilythe hospital garden is still empty, wind sweepsthe dust, ...
To C.F. Bradford (James Russell Lowell Poems)
ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPEThe pipe came safe, and welcome too,As anything must be from you;A meerschaum pure, ...
I Smoke My Pipe (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand--No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned;But ...
The Borough. Letter X: Clubs And Social Meetings (George Crabbe Poems)
YOU say you envy in your calm retreatOur social Meetings;--'tis with joy we meet.In these our parties you are pleased ...
Evensong (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
WHAT dream in what strange landShall waken me to-night? What sweetLips burn for mine? What arms entwineMy neck, my knees, ...
Transformati (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shoes offmeans loving my long brown legs,sweet dears, as good as spoons;and my feet, those two ...
Civilization (Emily Dickinson Poems)
492Civilization - spurns - the Leopard!Was the Leopard - bold?Deserts - never rebuked her Satin -Ethiop - her Gold -Tawny ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Civilization — spurns — the Leopard! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Civilization -- spurns -- the Leopard! Was the Leopard -- bold? Deserts -- never rebuked her Satin -- Ethiop -- ...
Barefoot (Anne Sexton Poems)
Loving me with my shows off means loving my long brown legs, sweet dears, as good as spoons; and my ...
I Know My Soul (Claude McKay Poems)
I plucked my soul out of its secret place, And held it to the mirror of my eye, To see ...